This was a great little distraction from packing for the big move. It combines several of my favorite things in the world: skewering hallowed traditions, bad white man dancing, and breasts.

Of course, even if I had thought of this, I’m not married and not in any danger of getting married soon. In all likelihood, by the time I do get married (if, perhaps), the Zeitgeist will have long since moved on from this (still, it’s got almost 5 million hits as of posting time).